i never promised you a vegetable garden, and yet, the beet goes on.
supposedly, roger clemens may have had an affair with a girl when she was 15. he claims there was no sex until she was 18. now, just what does he mean by sex? perhaps the rocket has merely been getting blow jobs for the last three years. they are also saying that roger's son has been using his private plane to pick up girls. now, all of this is certainly tacky, and perhaps even crimial, but isn't the whole point of being rich is that you can act like an arrogant asshole? if we have a problem with that, we should attack it at the martha root.
obama is certainly no shirley chisolm. when asked about the possible negative impact her campaign could get from being supported by the black panthers, she said "the people that are upset at that weren't going to vote for me in the first place." but you see, obama has a chance to win, and that brings out the worst in a person. not that there is much good there to begin with. think about this; the great black men have historically made most white people feel uneasy, even angry. most whites hated malcolm x, huey newton, and many, including the government, detested king. a great black man makes the average white man uneasy, because a great black man tells the truth, and the truth is the last thing a white man wants to hear. at least when it comes to race. obama is not telling the truth about race. perhaps he doesn't know the truth. i don't know which, but the fact is, he is still standing because enough whites have been made to feel good by him. and this is the essential reason why i don't trust him. i know a lot of blacks are supporting him, but a lot of blacks supported jesse jackson too, and he didn't do this well.
obama is in it to win. that's the problem.
i wonder what fidel is up to these days?
went to a may day rally. sad. the same few stalwarts. some bikers, a few anarchists, a guy i knew from college, dan the bagel man. there was a counter demo too, typical shit head racists waiving the american flag. i wanted to kick their ass, but i only win fights in my imagination, so i backed off. left after about 20 minutes. some guy kept coming up to me trying to hand me a communist paper. it must have happened 4 times. every 5 minutes he would return and try to hand it to me. there was a spanish translator on the stage even though there were very few, if any, latinos. reminded me of a woody allen film. the guy was screaming in spanish! luckily, my mom was with me and we had a few good laughs. if only albert parsons was there to share the laugh with us. hey, he would only be about 160.
hooray for the movement. unfortunately, it has become a bowel movement.
why, if only we could build an ass roots bowel movement, we could flush this system down the toilet. instead, it's the same old shit.
and old man river, just keeps blogging along.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
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